Black Poetry : Blank Page...

Lately I feel rather empty
Like there is nothing in me
No matter what I do, I’m hallow to the core
I hate this feeling, I don’t want to feel this no more
Wish it was like leaving the room
Like there’s the door
All you hear is shoe screeching across the floor
I don’t see my cup as being half full
It’s half empty, full of bull
And I meet people I just can’t connect with
And my relationships become neglected
And my friendship become distant
Maybe if I made more of a commitment
Been a little more consistent
A bit more persistent
It would not have made a bit of difference
See I’m and that point where I don’t give a ****
And if it takes too much effort I’ll quit
Hell I don’t even feel like writing about it.